I will go to where the daughters of the north wind roam
and drink the milky way.
Just a sip.
I’ll run my fingers along the green ribbons of the sky
and lay upon the frozen lake
just to hear it sing
that wailing song, older than the ancients.
And perhaps someday I will see the moon swallow the sun
and I will look away out of respect
and feel grateful for the warmth on my skin when it joins this world again.
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